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Sly Fuck at the Car Show

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A YCH round for Silver, GuacoHexxRhey and david.pigo

Eson leaned back against the tree, the rabbit anthro shading himself with his long ears. They were his dominant feature, coming down to his calves, easily, but the white of his fur may have rendered him a little more of a quieter sort than he actually was.

Frankly, even at the car show, with so much going on in every arena, every track, every sector, he had too much energy, jittery with the need to expend it, even though he was not anxious. If he had been there with friends, he would have most likely have been darting from one place to the next, though Eson was struck by a strange mix of mental exhaustion from being out in the hot sun for so long and a need to move, to express himself, to do something.

"Unff..."

The rabbit shook his head, eyeing up the cars on show in the gap through the trees, though he needed a moment more. Some said he was shy, but, frankly, Eson just thought that he struggled to get his words out with so much energy at play, expressing himself better physically.

Physically...

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Maybe that was what he was missing? He chuckled to himself, brushing off the thought, though he didn't want to linger on it too long, cheeky and flirty, even though expressing himself clearly did not come all that easily to him.

He shook himself off, licking his lips, though he should have already known one of the things that would, at the very least, get just a bit of energy out of him. The revving of engines and reverberation of exhaust designed for the best of sound had gotten him fired up in more ways than one and, sure that he was far enough back from the break in the line of trees to escape detection, he groaned softly, freeing his soft shaft.

It eased out, though he left his clothes mostly in place, all so that he could cover himself back up again if it was at all required at any point. It was raw and it was raunchy and it was every last little bit of jittery energy that his body so very desperately needed to get out, breath catching in his throat, his chest feeling tight. Eson might have hugged his ears around him to cover up or retreated further, but it was hard to worry about anything else like that when his cock was already out.

He nipped at his lip, moaning softly, though there was no real reason for him to worry: there was no one close enough. But he was caught up as he was, stroking his hardening length, pulling the skin softly along it as his need rose, more and more with every beat and pulse of his fervently beating heart. Eson's lips parted, breathing more heavily, though the blood rushed to his ears as he stroked his shaft, his body striving to release a little of the heat building in his body.

"Yesss..."

He hissed through his teeth, the bunny's need rising, throbbing, the very tip of his cock glistening with the faintest hint of pre-cum. He was not overly productive or anything, not like a pony, but he didn't need to be to enjoy himself, whether it was alone or with anyone else. Eson groaned, trying to be quiet but quickly losing that battle, too lost in himself and the pump of his paw along the length of his shaft, the perfect size for him, to care.

A rustle in the leaves? Nah, none of his business. Better to think about his cock, how good it felt to be easing down his need, the pounding of his heart and energy finding a much better purpose than merely trying to restrain himself.

But he wasn't alone, even if he had thought he was. Maybe that was Eson's plan all along, even if he had not really thought anything like that through properly, or maybe it was a random coincidence. Yet in the dappled shade of the wooded area between the event grounds, he was not to be there solo for very long.

The pony shivered, practically hopped from hoof to hoof, snorting and whuffling at the air as he made his way from the gathering at the edge of the trees. Sure, there was a lot to entertain him there, but certain activities in his past had, to say the least of it, honed his senses, his nostrils catching a whiff of a kind of musk that he longed to learn just a little bit more about.

"Oooh..."

Maybe Nightshade should not have been as forward as he was, though the equine anthro slipped through the shade with his deep blue coat, his black mane a little ruffled, standing upright before it tipped over in a curl to one side. He kept it short, one eye merely blue where the scars lay, where he could not see out of it. It was something that often drew his attention, yet he always had had a penchant for getting himself into "situations", so to speak. It was the way he was and he wasn't about to change that, not as he rustled through the fallen leaves and dried pine needles, his lips parted.

Nightshade's heart surged more than it had when he was behind the wheel of the last supercar on a test run, though he had taken a good few for a spin that day already, wanting to let off some steam. His tail flicked, the long hairs sweeping against his leg, and the fur that he had spotted looked up, though neither of them had bothered to try to hide their presence. If Nightshade had wanted to slip through the trees undetected he could have done so, but something told him that that was a time where he could step out into the light.

"Something you're looking at?"

Eson smirked faintly, his cock in hand, though it was not entirely unexpected for him to be happened upon out there. In fact, his hide flushed with a rise of heat, wondering, wanting, thinking that he had wanted to be found out, caught out, though it was the rabbit who, duly, was in charge there.

Nightshade cocked his head, so much unlike the pony he was in his supposed "day job", though the coarseness of being a hired investigator, that more often twisted into being an assassin and, well... That changed things. Anyway, that coarseness left him wanting something, his legs quivering, trusting in his ability to seek out someone who might be able to deliver to him what he'd needed.

Maybe that was the reason that he'd been drawn to the car show that day. Maybe, or maybe it was merely a coincidence as he all but floated to the bunny, his hooves not making a single noise on the soft, cool grass. Eson raised an eyebrow, but stood his ground, Nightshade reaching out to take his cock from his paw.

The bunny shivered. Damn, that felt good, just to have another paw closing around his length, stroking lightly, feeling him, easing out the edges of what he liked, where it was that his pleasure truly lay. The pony's eye was strange, but that wasn't about to stop Eson from having a good time as Nightshade stroked his length, taking it in both paws, stroking repeatedly so that Eson was never left without something touching him.

"Ah..."

Eson rolled his head back against the bark, hissing through his teeth, clutching the tree to his rear. Damn... Damn, that was good, very good, deliriously good. And he didn't have to do a damn thing as the pony kissed him, lips folding together, moulding into one in a desperate expression of lust and not a jot of love.

Sex with no strings attached with the roar of engines and bellow of well-honed exhausts in the background. Sublime...

Nightshade didn't need to know the rabbit's name. In fact, he didn't need to know a damned thing about him, only that his cock would fit perfectly in his muzzle as he folded himself to his knees. For the course of his work, he had to be strong, but that strength could be turned too into a kind of submission, controlling himself while he allowed the bunny, in a way, to take on a show of dominance. He pressed his tongue up against the rabbit's, letting himself be dominated, though he was always aware of his surroundings. That was one part of himself and his personality, sadly, that he would never be able to let go of.

"Mmm..."

Eson licked his lips, breaking the kiss as a string of saliva, so very briefly, connected their lips. His eyes glittered, the bunny pushing on, though he had not been expected to hook such a trophy so swiftly.

"Why don't you give it more than a kiss?" He suggested, though it was not all that much of a suggestion. "It's been a while... And isn't that a shame?"

It was more suave than he usually was, though Eson could take and enjoy however he pleased in the moment. He would not be back to the car show, most likely, and had nothing to lose nor to hide, the pony before him shuddering, grunting, knees quivering.

"Mmm, sounds like a plan."

Not quite submissive, but a mutual partner in lust, Nightshade fell to his knees and took the head of the rabbit's dick instantly between his lips. There needed to be no further pleasantries, only two males taking what they needed from each other, grunts and moans rising between them, the sounds of the car show lingering in the background.

However, they would have done well to remember that they were not alone, that they might well have been putting on more of a show than originally intended. Taking Eson's shaft into the back of his throat, grunting and gagging on it, Nightshade would not have given a damn anyway. As long as there was no threat to him, all was right with his world.

Others cared.

Guaco had only just been heading off somewhere quieter, the Central American tapir not a species that was so often seen around. With green fur, he was set apart, his underbelly lighter, even though that was covered up by his T-shirt and jeans at that time. A little on the chunkier side, despite his height, he was a little thick around the belly, but more so his hips and buttocks, even though his jeans did a good enough job of hiding it daily. But, well...something had caught his attention in the trees. He would later have told himself that it was just a shift of weight and attention, light dancing through the branches and leaves, yet the tapir's curiosity had been what, ultimately, had drawn him there. Not even revving engines and shiny chrome, after all, could keep his attention forever with so many new furs around.

But he stopped dead in his tracks, shrinking into the shade of the trees as he took in the pony down on his knees, taking the rabbit's cock in paw. He didn't know either of them and he didn't need to as he clamped a paw over his muzzle, making a strangled sort of sound. His hips shifted as if he was trying to thrust but, try as he might, Guaco could not stop his length from firming up more than a little, swelling into his underwear.

The tapir held his breath, wanting to back away and stay there, both opposing courses of action coming up against one another as if they were, in any way, something that could get him out of such a situation. He had seen what he'd seen and he was mesmerised, laying a paw over the old bark, though he was not the sort that was into trees and could not have told from looking at it how long it had stood for. That it had bark and leaves was about the extent of the tapir's knowledge as he grunted deeply in the back of his throat, a thick, guttural sound that surprised even him.

"Oh, yeah..."

The bunny's head tipped back, ears twitching, as the pony took his cock deep, using that long muzzle of his to the best of his ability, though it was not as if it looked like he was having any difficulty at all. His heartbeat roared against his eardrums, but the tapir nipped at his lip, the inside of his cheek, the discomfort of tightness in his pants growing more and more with every passing second.

It didn't matter that he didn't know them and it was most certainly a benefit that they didn't know him. He held his breath, cheeky glee rising within, egging him on, even though Guaco had never done anything like what he was about to. Slowly, as if he was afraid of drawing attention even to his hidden self, set back from the action, he unzipped his jeans, easing his cock out, his underwear down, getting out only enough to relieve the tightness there. Of course, being that his shaft was a good fourteen inches in length did not help matters there, the thickness of it spilling forth into his paw.

Guaco's head pounded. What was he doing? It was not like him, not like him at all, yet he could not take his eyes away, not as the bobbing of the colt's head on that cock sped up.

Maybe it was better, after all, to simply enjoy the show?

He rubbed the back of his paw against his shaft, though didn't want to look too obvious, even if he had become a part of the show himself. He didn't know, couldn't know, grunting as he stroked his shaft, giving it a little squeeze. It was not like Guaco to be so out there and almost promiscuous, giving a little shiver, though he loved it all the same. It was new and it was fresh and it made him feel alive in a strange new way, something that shifted his weight from foot to foot, breath catching in his throat.

He could watch them, albeit from a distance, the colt on his knees, taking that cock into his mouth. In a way, Guaco wished that it was him down there, though he didn't want to let go of his voyeuristic pleasure either, not when it felt so damn good. He could barely believe how he'd gotten there so quickly, but maybe there was something in the air after everyone being isolated for so long. Everyone was eager to come together whether in public or in private after things had opened up again, the world offering events and meetups, the chance to bring back a sense of normality.

Even though that had not, back then, been the tapir's normal, he sorely wanted something exciting, something to make his heart pound.

"Hey there."

And he'd just found it.

Silver hovered there, a dragon without wings, striking silver-white scales adorning his body while darker grey plate scales lined from under his chin down his chest, though those could not be seen. Although his eyes were red, there was a kindness in them and a hard bulge in his pants, a friskiness to the dragon that was as enticing as the intensity of his stare.

The dragon, however, was taller than him, with a black "mane" of hair that stretched down the back of his neck to the top of his shoulders. Swallowing hard, the tapir shuffled back, forgetting where he was, though the stick that snapped under his hind paw was always going to have been there.

Eson looked up lazily, though one ear half-perked: it took a lot of energy to get his huge ears pricked, after all. Seeing only a dragon and a tapir with his shaft out already, he laughed shortly, not allowing the pony to look up as he shoved his head down on his cock, twisting his fingers into the colt's mane to drag his muzzle back and forth.

"What, the gloryholes in the porta-potty sheds not doing it for you this time, guys?" He gave the tapir a wink, even as the dragon advanced, the moment drawn out with delicious sexual tension. "Come on, enjoy the show... Maybe you two can get one on for us too."

Nightshade grunted, yet he did not feel in danger at all as he slurped down the rabbit's shaft, letting his long muzzle take it all, relishing in it. His partner thrust above him, spearing it deeper, and he sank into the moment.

Silver grinned, offering his paw to Guaco, who had frozen. To be fair, he couldn't blame the tapir, but damn if he wasn't out for a little fun. But a gentler round, a softer touch, yes... Yes, that was more what he was looking for.

Only if the tapir wanted it too.

"What's your name?" He asked, softening his red eyes as much as he felt able. "And pardon the intrusion..."

That was more formal than Silver ever had been, though the tapir shivered and squeaked, finding his voice.

"Guaco... Guaco Rhey Forenton..."

The tapir licked his lips, chuckling nervously, though the dragon looming seemed like a risk, a risk that he wanted to take. He could have walked away, he was sure of it, yet the option lay there and his cock was throbbing... To say that he was not thinking with the correct parts of his brain (more so his "downstairs" brain) would have been an understatement indeed.

It was a good thing that he was safe there.

No harm would come to him as he tentatively went into the dragon's arm, Silver allowing his cock to slip out, though clothes, mostly, remained on. It was hotter that way, even though they were practically all out in the open there. It gave them the vague illusion that they would be able to escape if they were caught in the act, even though that was very much not a possibility at all. If anyone caught them, they would be done for in that social scene of the car show. The facts of the matter were that no one could bring themselves to care.

The dragon's heart flipped as he nuzzled at the tapir's head, curiously exploring him with his long, flexible tongue, lapping, Guaco moaning against him.

"Oh..."

"I got you... Name's Silver, by the way. Gonna make this feel real good."

Silver chuckled, his cock hard and ready, though there were other things to enjoy first, stroking Guaco's length, his paw closing dominantly around it. He knew how to handle a shaft like that more than easily and the tapir squeaked, a smile tugging at his lips. It was hard for him to be shy, even if he was not worried, at a time like that, rolling his hips, enjoying the moment, panting lightly.

"Ohhhh... Yeah, that feels good already!"

He got into it easily, lust hanging in the air. If everyone else was enjoying themselves, why shouldn't he too? It was a push, but one that Guaco enjoyed. It was good to be so close to someone again, to feel the warmth of the dragon's scales as he slid his paws up under Silver's shirt. Silver rumbled a growl, allowing it, though he pulled at the tapir's jeans, the fabric getting in the way.

"Get them off."

It was a soft command and yet one that sent a shiver down the tapir's spine. How could something so light and playfully commanded come off so dominant? He didn't know but neither did he have to explain it to himself as he whimpered and dropped a little lower, shifting his hips, shimmying out of his jeans. They slid down to his knees and he was struck by the need to get out of them completely, making sure that he was bare and exposed, his heart rate ramping up more and more.

To do it with such lust around him, the slurps of the pony on the rabbit's shaft intoxicating, filling the air. It was a wonder that no one else heard them and came to see what the commotion was, though he did not mind, not too much. Not as his backside was exposed, the softness of his green fur all on show, grunting and moaning softly, even though very little had come to pass.

Silver snorted, a tease of smoke curling from his nostrils. Without any words needed at all, he laid the tapir onto his back in the moss, leaves crinkling and breaking into dry fragments under Guaco's back. The tapir did not need to be prepared, but he still willingly leaned over him as the pony was dragged back off the rabbit's shaft, his long muzzle dipping as he panted and gasped. They seemed to be moving on... Maybe he should make use of the cute little tapir too.

All in good time.

As Silver dipped his fingers teasingly into Guaco's backside, stretching him open around a digit and then a second, he knew that the tapir did not really have to be prepared. It was only a flirt, a promise of more to come, the tapir moaning and reaching for his cock too.

"Ohhhh..."

Guaco couldn't do more than that, stroking Silver's thick length as his head rolled back, just in time to see Eson take the colt in his arms. Damn, that was hot...

He had a prime seat, right where he was, to take in Nightshade being shoved back against the tree, his legs around Eson's waist and hips, though he'd lost his jeans too somewhere in the commotion of it all. Submissively, the pony's head fell back, reaching back and up behind him to cling to a low branch that he hoped would be strong enough, supporting himself in that way while his muscles bulged, T-shirt strained tight across his chest.

"Fill me if you think you're dom enough then," he teased, goading Eson on. "A good hard thrust... You can do that, can't you?"

Of course, riling up the bunny was only going to get him one thing as the tapir and dragon looked on, the audience even kinkier for having joined in. Damn, it was good to be watched, but it was hotter still to have a thick shaft ploughing into him, the rabbit taking the challenge. He grunted, clinging to the branch with all the strength he had in his arms, limbs shaking, though he wouldn't have been anywhere else.

With a smirk that could have been a grin too on his muzzle, Eson pounded the pony with all the force and dominance that he had in him. It came easily, casually, hips working furiously, rabbit energy dictating the pace of his thrusts. He could have gone slowly, of course, but it hardly seemed like the time for that as the force of his thrusts shook his partner and the leaves from the tree above, showering down around them with scraps of bark too.

Near, someone shouted at the show, revelling in the displays put on there, all that they had come together to see. No one else knew that four males had found something hotter in the trees to amuse themselves with.

Eson knew he was being watched, pinning Nightshade back up against the tree, but he did not care to stop. Playing the part of the exhibitionist part was more his thing than merely being a voyeur, relishing the sensation of being watched, his sexual prowess all on show. He was there to tell them that one did not have to be beefy or muscled or fit any kind of type to be dominant, to be a top - tops came in all different kinds of shapes or sizes. There was no one dominant type and different strokes for different folks most certainly applied there, Eson powering into the equine's tail hole with pound after pound.

The colt's moans rolled forth, not even bothering to contain them, for they all assumed any passionate cries that they made would be drowned out. That was, at least, what they hoped, though no one cared anymore. Silver laughed out loud as he moved over Guaco, lifting the tapir's legs so that he could better get between them, the length of his black, throbbing cock probing for entry. The tapir whimpered, cock drooling and dripping over his belly, riled up and ready, though he still begged for it.

"Please..." He moaned, eyes half-closed, lost to lust. "Take me... Yes... Oh... Ohhh!"

Silver wasn't in the habit of denying anyone, rolling his hips forward, his shaft perfectly poised to penetrate Guaco, sliding in deeper and deeper. He stretched the tapir around his shaft as it sank home, their moans rising, the dragon thrusting, dragging his cock back only to drive in again, stroke after stroke coursing through. The tapir's voluptuous behind, so soft and full, trembled lightly with the force of his partner's strokes, his body aching for it even as he drew in what short, little breaths he could.

They needed it, hot-blooded males doing what they did best, only with males - at least at that time. There was no sense in denying pleasure even as Silver exchanged a smirk and a wink with Nightshade, even if the two of them would never see each other ever again. The dragon's jeans tugged between his thighs, but he had more than enough room in which to work as he bent back Guaco's legs gently. They splayed out, allowing him to drive deeper, the tapir squirming as Silver used every inch of his cock to drive in, tenderly stretching him out.

It was the perfect moment, one set of partners using long, deep strokes to get what they wanted from one another while the others luxuriated in rampant, frantic pounding. They didn't all have to be the same and no one was trying to outdo anyone else either, the dragon moaning as he drove in, cupping Guaco's backside to lift him, ever so slightly. Eson grunted and pounded in harder and faster as if it was a race, though it was merely his natural pace, the thrust and hump that he felt most comfortable at. And who was to deny him such fun?

Nightshade hissed through his teeth, his cock out, trousers forgotten, his length of colt meat jerking and wobbling against his stomach. It trembled with need, though he couldn't stroke it, not in such a position, his arse stretched around that cock, taking all that he could, over and over again. Heated ecstasy pulsed through him, making his fingers tremble on the branch, though he could not relinquish his hold on it, no matter how much the bough creaked. He was far too happy where he was for that, squeezing with his pony doughnut around that length, teasing it, caressing it, doing all he could to get the rabbit to fuck him even harder. Hell, he might even get the rabbit's number, if he was that good!

The tannoy system rumbled and chimed, a deep tone announcing something that they might have been interested in if not for what they were otherwise enjoying. Silver laughed and bent the tapir's legs back even further to kiss him in the midst of fucking him, claiming his lips with his own, the two of them softly exploring each other. His hips kept pace, a loud smack resounding every time he connected with Guaco's backside, his firm flesh begging more attention. The tapir murmured, lost in pleasure, too far gone to even consider anything else, though he did cling to Silver, running his paws down his arms, over his chest, around to the back of his neck, all as if he was memorising every last inch of the dragon. He might need to remember it, in times to come, maybe on a lonely night when he wanted memories to warm him up again. Of course, it was not as if Guaco was lacking in that kind of company, but solo fun was always nice too...

He moaned aloud, into the dragon's muzzle, as Silver powered into him, his long, deep strokes claiming. There would forever be a mark left on the tapir in the absence of him and yet it would be a time that the two of them remembered. Just how moans and grunts filled the air, overpowered by engines and exhausts, everything that the four of them had thought that they'd gone there to see. Only, what had come to pass had been even better, burning through their experience with the brightest and hottest of flickering, dancing flames.

Eson, however, could not hold back. He didn't know how to, grunting through clenched teeth as he took the pony, thrusting harder and faster, the piston of his hips nothing more than a blur. He had to fuck, had to cum, gasping out loud, his ears trembling, pinker on the insides than they had been as the veins showed, his body striving to expel even more heat. Maybe it would have been better for him to remove a little more of his clothing to cool off, yet there was no time for that as his cock sank into Nightshade's rump, using every inch of his dick with every thrust. Nothing was to go to waste as he smacked into that raised rump, again and again, the pony's muscle showing, bunching, tensing further as the tree creaked above them. Eson snuffled a bit of broken bark off his nose, not to be dissuaded in the slightest as he slammed into the pony.

Yet it was the equine who was first to tip over the edge, giving it all up in a barely restrained bellow of need, his cock jerking, spurting, cumming without even any stimulation. His nuts hung heavily, shaft aching, throbbing, sending spurt after spurt of thick equine cum splattering over his lower abdomen, his T-shirt, dripping down the fabric. There was no holding it back or hiding the effect as creamy drops splattered everywhere, unrestrained, Eson groaning, tongue showing in a flicker of breath. When Nightshade thought that the bunny could not fuck him any harder than he already was, he proved him wrong all over again, his entire body shaking with the force of Eson's thrusts.

And he fucking loved it! He hadn't been fucked like that in fucking forever and it was all that Nightshade craved, gasping, panting, taking great, deep fluttering snorts through his nostrils.

"Ah-ah! Fuck!"

His cock did not soften, his orgasm seeming to last much longer than usual, though that could have been down to the bunny thrusting on, seeking completion. Yet there were others at play there, as much as he balanced on the edge, Silver hissing through his teeth.

"Mmmph... Yes..."

He wanted to go harder, but the tapir squirmed so wonderfully on his cock that he didn't have to, body aching for release. The dragon could merely sit and wait there for the ultimate bliss to wash over him, even if Guaco had no reason to hold back himself. With the dragon's paw closed around his cock, stroking the fourteen inches with a hunger in his own eyes, the tapir squealed and grunted as he climaxed, his whole body trembling, trying to buck up against the dragon. Such a position, however, did not allow that to occur, the tapir forced to lie there, to enjoy every moment, chest shuddering for breath.

Everything happened quickly, though no one could quite say whether, finally, Silver and Eson climaxed in tandem with one another - not that it mattered. Yet they were the loudest of the four, snarling and groaning respectively as they reached their high. Finally, Eson rammed in as deep as he possibly could, hips flush with the colt's arse, thrusting shortly and sharply in a ramming pound that jerked Nightshade's body up even higher. The colt gasped, the bough breaking, yet he had a rabbit there to catch him, flinging his arms around Eson's neck, though he was not as careful of the bunny's huge ears as he might have liked.

Yet it was Guaco who was treated to a thick flow of dragon cum pounding up his thick backside, groaning as he relaxed back into the grass. It was good that they were a similar height, both him and the dragon pretty tall, allowing him to take in every bit of his partner, well-matched in more ways than one. He had to take it, wanting every drop, nothing else suited to him. He ran his fingers around the nape of Silver's neck, eyelids fluttering open, though a silver-scaled muzzle filled his vision as the breathless drake grunted and crooned to him, tongue lapping out over the tapir's cheek.

"Mmm..." Silver groaned, half rolling his shoulders back but not wanting to put any more distance between him and Guaco. "That was... Damn..."

He grinned, amused by his own lack of words, though they were not needed as he bore the tapir's legs back a little more, once again, claiming his muzzle in a kiss. Tongues snaked together but it was the dragon's that was lightly and playfully allowed to dominate. Guaco shuddered. Just how could he submit to Silver so easily when it was not as if the dragon was treating him roughly at all? Somehow, it was even more erotic for the leading dominance of the dragon and the lack of crude force. Maybe that was something that he would have to play more with...

Heaving breaths filled the clearing, though Eson stayed there the longest, emptying his nuts into the pony's backside as a creamy slop oozed out around the length of his cock. Having cream-pied the colt's tail hole sufficiently, he chuckled breathlessly, drawing out as he lowered Nightshade down, though his cock remained half hard as if his body was loathe to let go of the moment just yet.

Drawing out, only a drool of cum remaining, from Guaco's backside too, Silver laid back on the grass, his paws behind his head, a grin on his muzzle. And, oh, how there was a lot of muzzle there for his grin to be plastered on, proud and championing in the afterglow, a flicker of a smirk pushing deeper. Cocky, yes, but in a good way, Guaco crawling over him to rub and stroke his slick cock, which refused to soften.

"Mmmm..."

Silver rumbled, tail flicking back and forth, though he let the tapir do as he willed, cleaning his cock off with his tongue. They were all clean enough there and there was little trouble that could come from such a thing, enjoying one another's bodies as was so very sorely and needed. Guaco's tongue clung to the tip of his cock, longer and more dextrous than he would have thought it to be, though he trembled into his touch.

Eson leaned over the pony, smirking, his long ears shielding them from view for a moment, though the promiscuous edge of group exhibitionism lingered, tantalising on the edge of his mind. Maybe again, maybe soon, though there was much to explore if he could get the colt to stick around. Or not - he would always work out where he wanted his fun, somewhere, somehow, taking what was needed for the pleasures of his body.

The pony, relaxed, stretched back out on the grass lazily, ignoring the ache in his lower back. It was not something that was due much of his attention, not with his cock softening, easing faintly back into his sheath, though it was as if his body knew that there was no real rush there either.

"Soooo," he drawled. "Good fuck, hey?"

Eson's ears twitched.

"Yeah, you were hotter when your mouth was shut."

Nightshade grinned.

"Aw, now don't be like that. I'm sure a bunny has another round in them. You haven't cum down my throat yet."

Hmmm... That was an idea. An excellent idea, in fact, considering the tapir was set on taking Silver's length into his muzzle and deeper, cheeks puffing out and eyes watering as he struggled to prove himself, to take it all. There'd always be an air of competition, somewhere, in the background, even if they didn't know it.

And that was not always a bad thing as Nightshade too took the rabbit's dick back into his muzzle, cradling it on the fleshiness of his tongue, heart pounding.

They could have been caught, yet they weren't. Not at the car show, not ever. Their lusts were satisfied in slurps and moans, no one any the wiser.

Getting a sly fuck in wherever need struck them would always benefit the four of them, even if they only did come together that one time.